My dad died back in 1983. I'll always miss him! We had a special bond. As the father of six he was an outstanding dad and always there for us. I inherited my sense of adventure and love of travel from him. Dad was an avid HAM radio operator for over fifty years. Generous to a fault! Anybody need a hand, he was there to help. Dad loved music and I loved to sit on the bench beside him when he played the piano or the organ. And he could sing like an angel. He was in the church choir and a men's chorus. Gosh, how I miss him!
I never knew either of my grandfathers. Dad's mom remarried when I was just a baby. Oliver (or grandpa, as we called him) was a dear and gentle man. I grew to really appreciate him as I grew older. Such wisdom! And he always had the most beautiful flower gardens. We only got to see my grandparents a few times each year as they lived in Victoria, B.C., Canada. In his later years I loved to take him walking through Butcharts Gardens.
I love my husband dearly. His knowledge astounds me! He's the greatest dad and grandfather to his boys. Sometimes to a fault. His growing up wasn't the easiest yet he has the most wonderful tales to tell. After the loss of his wife he did an admirable job raising his three boys. I didn't come onto the scene until the middle son was a senior in high school. So I can't claim any credit for the great men "our boys" have become.
It sounds like your life has been graced with some wonderful men! :D
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